Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1145 | 2021-12-09 12:45:44 | 91.18 | 94% |
| 998 | 2021-09-09 13:00:37 | 116.96 | 99% |